I didn't learn romance from fairy tales. I learned it from silence that said too much, from almost-touches, from the slow burn of wanting something you're not supposed to have. That's what I write: stories built from quiet tension, late-night confessions, and the kind of choices that feel dangerous even when they're inevitable. The men I write carry shadows; the women don't run from them-they step closer. Because the most dangerous kind of love isn't the one that's loud. It's the one you know you shouldn't want. and choose anyway.